“…Hm?"

Rosenkreuz, who was moving along the road on horseback, pulled on the reins.

The group of priests next to him asked with a puzzled expression.

“Is something the matter, Lord Rosenkreuz?”

“Someone is spying on us.”

“Are you talking about that group of crows?”

Since a little while ago, there were three-eyed crows circling around their party.

Rosenkreuz nodded.

“It seems like we’re getting closer to the witch’s sanctuary.”

“Should we hunt them? They seem like they’ll disturb us...”

“No, leave them be. I’m not here for them.”

Rosenkreuz was looking for Eteria Rodinus.

The descendants of Avicenna, the great sage who had stolen the Holy Grail and Lemegeton from Solomon's Temple.

Because of them, the seals on Lilith and the 72 Demon Kings were released and they opened their eyes again. The Eeth continent then turned into an eternal battlefield.

…Or so he thought, but he didn’t consider that a bad thing.

Rosenkreuz was only interested in the secret knowledge of Eteria Rodinus.

'First, I have to find at least one member of Eteria Rodinus and make him teach me Rosa Eterna.'

It was the language of the wisemen created using complex codes.

If he learned...